Ours

Blue sky extend as our roof
The line of mountains
Through the villages
Small waves are sweeping the beach
Pure rivers are streaming and bringing the golds
This is my nature, ours, and Papua’s nature
I can’t see, although it’s beautiful but it’s pain
Your gold and wealth are gone
Your shout is hurting me
My nature is exploited by stranger
I can’t see, although it’s beautiful but it’s pain
Your gold and wealth are gone
Your shout is hurting me
Your gold and wealth are gone
Your shout is hurting me
They are paindigger
They are «gold suckers»
They are laughing our pain
Damn!
We still a part of this country, Indonesia
You disappeared our smile
But the leaders still shut their mouth
Everything is closed by money
For the pain of our heaven, Papua